He went out of the room to find it.
Mrs. Heywood crossed over to the fire and swept up the grate.
“Clare is a very long time to-night,” she said.
Then Mollie came in carrying a tray with some plates of sandwiches. One of her fingers was tied up with a rag.
“It’s a good job the guests is late to-night,” she remarked.
“Yes, we are all very behind-hand,” said Mrs. Heywood.
Mollie dumped down the tray and gave vent to a little of her impertinent philosophy:
“I’ll never give an At Home when I’m married. Blest if I do. Social ‘ipocrisy, I call them.”
Mrs. Heywood rebuked her sharply:
“We don’t want your opinion, Mollie, thank you.”